DEFENDER'S RAP

• Pulled weed in a isolated Bengali camp,
• no money even to buy low rated diwali lamp,
• We've hit the bong, we ain't a chastity or that pity ding-dong,
• A strong G-shit gravity hit along a vanity king-Kong,
• headstrong Nadola was a DJ, with theme of song,
• my stoner nigga Kezangla saw each day myth dream of hong,
• the search began on a ghetto side,
• not on a hype metro ride,
• the dried my bride Mary Jane my both men borrow that hoe for glide,
• I'm trippin' like bony, and I'm flippin' life closely,
• times lonely as in white snowy,
• abruptly we've been quite showy,
• corruptly quarrelling we'll win plight mostly,
• sight trinity grossly or fight divinity ghostly,
• when we reunite speed of light goes infinity crossed thee,
• damn! I felt like Ibiza but it's the promised land spam,
• cuz I saw how hoe kissed a banned ham,
• and we're out, at last small queens smashed, tall teens thrashed and all greens ashed,
• We harp on like a professor Mark Von,
• In a sharp dawn like a aggressor shark won,
• you be dolphin, blue sea appalling,
• we don't care who pee but high I'm winning,
• these guys won't dare to rebut my rhyme meaning,
• yo haters! take a French leave to dwell in Paris,
• and make a bench seat to Calvin Haris,
• 'cause hey fab you're awful at rap,
• Dre is sad but you're lawful at crap,
• they ain't a beast but got a green horn,
• we won't ever cease but we'll beat till your jean worn,
• what you see in us is a tip of iceberg,
• butt you harder with a whip of vice thug,
• if you trip us with a nice plug,
• now let's try new, ship us a dice drug,
• we are bad blood when a pad thud,
• just don't add drug to that mad slut,
• like plumbers you've a pipe dreams,
• you swipe schemes when your wife screams,
• I've a hype themes with A type teams,
• you all can't set Thames on fire,
• yea! it's OK let blames on liar,
• I'll let gems spawn higher,
• yet claims gone prior,
• if you take a leap in the dark,
• we'll break your jeep in fee park,
• we'll bear the palm, you better care the mom,
• you can't even dare the Tom, so I'll spare the bomb,
• and that plan banned a thrill joy,
• our swag is like a fat man and a lil boy,
• and your tat gang planned a deal ploy,
• then I said, "if you smell a rat then hand a destroy."
• we called that Chan and panned a ill choy,
• and like brat can stand a brill coy,
• that mad stan scanned a chill foy,